Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

I've been burdened by questions I've asked myself a thousand times since the last time we were together. Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it.

Trust me on this: no one is better off alone.

I try to write every day until the book is done, but the exact process depends on the story and its structure. Sometimes, if the story is more linear, I write it from beginning to end.

She liked to sit on the front porch in the afternoons and read books she'd checked out from the library. Aside from coffee, reading was her only indulgence.

You have the Best Of Me.

I love you more than there are stars in the sky and fish in the sea.